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  After a full two hours, the dozen or so elders of Tianyun Xianyuan City who were in charge of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, along with the cultivators sent by the Nine Great Immortal Sects, finally arrived late and appeared together on the square of the Demon-Suppressing Tower. The cultivators from the Nine Great Immortal Sects had arrived yesterday, and the elders of Xian City had entertained them and let them rest for a while. Today, all the elders and sect cultivators came to the square of the Demon-Suppressing Tower together.

  "Here comes! Here comes!"

  "The Elders and the Xianmen cultivators have all arrived! The Demon-Suppressing Tower is about to be activated!"

  The tens of thousands of monks in the square suddenly became boisterous and lively.

  Ye Chen and a group of cultivators gazed from afar, unfortunately they were too far away to see the demeanor of the elder and the Xianmen cultivators clearly.

  The Great Elder of Xiancheng was an old man with a white head. He raised his hand and let the cultivators on the square calm down.

  "Although many of you are familiar with the rules of Tower Rush, there are still some cultivators who are unclear about it for the first time. Following tradition, I will announce the rules of the Demon-Suppressing Tower's Heavenly Gate Token here. At the end of the sixth floor of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, there are only 90 Heavenly Gate Tokens available, on a first-come-first-served basis..."

  "In addition, the Xiancheng Council of Elders took out a large number of rewards from their treasury to encourage the younger generation. Every year, the top three, top ten, and top thirty who rush to the Yao Tower will each receive heavy rewards! Including magical instruments, secret manuals of martial arts, spells, spiritual beasts, etc., you can choose one at will."

  "This time's tower rush will last for one month!"

  The slightly withered and hoary voice of the Great Elder clearly reached the ears of each and every cultivator.

  The Great Elder of the Immortal City read out the rules on the square in front of tens of thousands of cultivators, while the other elders and a group of Immortal Gate cultivators listened on the side. Among this group of Immortal Gate cultivators, there was an old man with a green face, who had reached the eighth layer of Qi Refining, standing respectfully at the back of the crowd.

  His cultivation at this point was not even worth looking at in the eyes of the many elders of Xian City and the cultivators who came to select disciples from the Xianmen Sect. As an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator, as a third-generation disciple of the Golden Cauldron Sect, he was just following along to do some odd jobs.

  "Uncle Zheng!"

  A faint voice came from behind.

  The old man with a blue face wrinkled his brow, in this situation, who called him, quickly turned his head to take a look.

  A middle-aged man and a young monk waved at him from a short distance behind the crowd.

  The old man with a blue face quietly withdrew and came into the crowd when he saw that it was the son of an old friend.

  "What?"

  The old man with a green face looked at them and said strangely, "Wang nephew, where is my apprentice? Didn't he come with you?"

  "Zhī chéng lǎo dì tā...tā yīng gāi shì yǔn le!"

  Translation: "Older brother Zhī has...he should have fallen!"

  The big Han with the surname Wang looked sorrowful and said, "This was two or three months ago. We originally wanted to send you a message, but you were in Xianmen and we couldn't get in touch with you."

  "Is he dead?"

  Zheng Yuan was suddenly shocked and heard the bad news, in an instant his whole body's blood rushed to his head, almost stumbling, and he fainted from shock.

  "Zhang Shu-bo, mourn with restraint!"

  Wang Dahai and the young monk quickly supported Zheng Yuan and sat down on the ground.

  "What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

  Zheng Yuan panted, his hands tightly grasping Wang Da Han, his face filled with sorrow.

  Wang Dahuan told about what happened on that day when he left Xian City and chased Ye Chen to kill him in the sunset wilderness.

  "We three thought we had the upper hand. Unexpectedly, that Ye surname gathered a group of cultivators, they were too many, more than ten people, and we three couldn't fight them off. Brother Zhicheng was chased down by Ye Chen and disappeared into the dark night of Luoshui Plain. For these two or three months, I haven't received any news from him, nor has he returned to Xiandu. ...I guess, Brother Zhicheng should have fallen! Not that my protection was useless, but it's just that we were outnumbered and outmatched, unable to do anything!"

  Wang Dahai endured the severe pain in his arm and wailed.

  "My disciple... Tu'er! I thought you had become a cultivator, and capturing a mere warrior would be as easy as reaching out to grab something. Who could have imagined that a moment's distraction would lead to eternal separation between heaven and man!"

  Zheng Yuan let out a heart-wrenching and lung-splitting howl.

  He knew that Zheng Zhicheng had an archenemy named Ye Chen, a minor warrior from the State of Wu, who had once cut off one of Zheng's right arms.

  However, he saw that Zheng Zicheng had already become a cultivator at the time and gave Zheng Zicheng as many as 1,000 pieces of spiritual stones, enough for Zheng Zicheng to cultivate rapidly. Ye Chen, a small martial artist with no background or foundation, would never be Zheng Zicheng's opponent.

  At that time, he was busy returning to Jindeng Gate and dealing with the Xianmen Wujia, so he didn't overstep his authority by replacing Zheng Zicheng in taking down that warrior.

  Who would have thought that this slight difference in intention would brew into an irreparable disaster today.

  "I'll take revenge for you!"

  Zheng Yuan, after all, was a veteran monk who had gone through wind and rain, and such a great pain only made him sorrowful for just a moment.

  Soon, a surge of great hatred burst out in his heart, and the dark blue old face was about to drip with water, revealing a fierce and sinister aura. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where is Ye Chen now?"

  "Xiao Zhong has been sending people to follow him, and Ye Chen was cultivating at Qing Shan Lake for a while, becoming one of the masters of Qing Shan Lake with some reputation. Now he has returned to Xian City and is going to challenge the Town Demon Tower! At this moment, he and his men are on this square!"

  "Take me to him at once!"

  Zheng Yuanteng stood up in anger.

  "Good!"

  Wang Dahuan and the young man hastily led Zheng Yuan, dodging into the crowd on the Town Demon Tower Square. The young man shook his shoulders and released the Search Bird.

  "Alright, you may begin!"

  The Great Elder of Xiancheng finished reciting a large pile of rules for the Conquest Tower and announced the opening of the Demon-Suppressing Tower. The other elders and Xianmen cultivators remained silent.

  Charge!

  "Finally starting to rush the tower, brothers hurry up and follow!"

  The entire town square erupted in a frenzy of excited shouts as people surged towards the Town Demon Tower.

  Dozens of guards holding spiritual guns and wearing spiritual armor opened the heavy bronze gate in front of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

  Tens of thousands of young monks rushed into the Demon-Suppressing Tower Square, rushing in at top speed to get ahead of other monks and reach the sixth floor of the tower to grab the Immortal Gate Token. No one wanted to fall behind.

  "We're going to form a team!"

  Ye Chen and Zhu Dahao's five people did not immediately enter the Demon Tower, but came in front of one of the guards.

  "Snatched the Xianmen Order, are you still forming a team?"

  The guardian of the Demon Tower looked at Ye Chen with a hint of surprise, and also glanced at the four cultivators behind him.

  The guards next to them were all confused, and the fifth-level cultivator of the Refining Qi period had a good chance of taking the Xianmen Command. However, those four people behind Ye Chen were only in the third level of the Refining Qi period, and they didn't have any hope at all! This was a competition for the command, not a team effort to cultivate in the tower, so what's the point of forming a team?

  "Team up!"

  Ye Chen said very affirmatively.

  "This is a set of five stone tokens. Each of you take one. If you don't want to form an alliance, just crush the stone and leave the group! Mind your own business, don't lose your own sect token for the sake of bringing others!"

  That guardian's eyes were strange, but he didn't persuade anymore.

  Others want to form teams, he can't stop them from forming either.

  Ye Chen received a set of five elemental stones from the guardian of the Demon-Suppressing Tower and distributed them to Zhu Dahao, Qian Shanli, Feng Yan, Li Qiao and others. Li Qiao was a female cultivator who was selected from a small group of cultivators and was also at the third layer of the Qi Refining stage.

  "Let's go, into the tower!"

  Ye Chen said to the four of them, and took the four people towards the entrance of the Demon Tower.

  Under the leadership of Wang Da Han and the young man, Zheng Yuan hastily arrived at the gate of the Demon Tower.

  "It's him!"

  That young man used Ling Que and almost immediately found Ye Chen in the crowd.

  "Leaf morning little child, take life come!"

  A loud roar echoed from Zheng Yuan in the crowd!

  Ye Chen suddenly turned his head back.

  He saw an old man with a green face rushing towards him with all his might. However, there were too many people in front of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the old man was crowded out by the tide of people and couldn't rush over.

  "Zheng Yuan!"

  Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. He had never seen Zheng Yuan before, but Zheng Zhi Cheng looked very similar to him, and he almost recognized him at a glance.

  At this moment, enemies meet face to face, with exceptionally red eyes.

  Zheng Yuan drew out his spiritual sword and charged towards Ye Chen.

  But Wang Dahai and the young monk were quick to react, one on the left and one on the right, tightly embracing Zheng Yuan who was in a state of fury. "Uncle Wang, calm down, you can't use force! There are guardians of the Demon Tower here, you won't be able to kill him!" "If you openly kill him, it will trigger a conflict between Jindeng Xianmen and Tianyun Xiancheng! I'm afraid that even Jindeng Xianmen won't come out to protect you!"

  Inside the Tianyun Xianyuan City, private fights are prohibited, let alone such serious events as murder. This is a fairy city, not the Jindeng Xianmen.

  The people around them all turned their heads and looked at the three of them.

  Moreover, Ye Chen is no longer fighting alone.

  Zhu Dahao, Qian Shanli, Feng Yan, Li Qiao and others almost blocked Ye Chen at the moment when Zheng Yuan wanted to rush over. If you want to deal with Ye Chen, you have to ask them if they agree first. Although they are all in the third layer of Qi refining period, they are not opponents for Zheng Yuan. However, as long as they block Zheng Yuan for a moment, the guardians of Zhenyao Tower will swarm over and cut Zheng Yuan into pieces.

  "Yè brothers, is this Zheng Yuan that scoundrel?! You've been looking for him all along, and now he's come knocking on your door!"

  Zhu Dahao growled.

  "Go, don't mind him. We're going into the tower!"

  Ye Chen's calm eyes looked at Zheng Yuan not far away and said.

  He is now just an ordinary loose cultivator.

  But when he came out of the Demon Tower, holding the Xianmen Token, and became a disciple of the nine major sects, it was no longer possible for anyone to kill him at will. Zheng Yuan would not be able to do anything to him then! Zheng Yuan was just a disciple of the Golden Cauldron Sect after all, even if he had three layers higher cultivation.

  Ye Chen turned around and flashed into the entrance of the Demon Tower.

  "Let's go!"

  Zhu Dahao, Qian Shanli and Feng Yan, four people, followed by rushing into the Town Demon Tower.

  Dozens of guards at the gate of Zhenyao Tower, with vigilant eyes looking at Zheng Yuan who was extremely excited in the crowd, had already raised their spiritual guns. If Zheng Yuan dared to make a move, they would not be polite.

  Zheng Yuan watched helplessly as Ye Chen rushed into the tower, his face turning dark with rage, his beard trembling wildly. "Despicable! Despicable! When he comes out, I'll definitely kill him!"

  "Uncle Wang, this is a fairy city, you'd better think of another way!"

  Wang Dahai persuaded him repeatedly.

  Zheng Yuan calmed down after a long while, finally regaining his composure from the intense anger. Indeed, he was only a third-generation disciple of Jindeng Gate and not a second-generation true disciple of Xianmen. His status in Xianmen was not high. As a third-generation disciple among many in Jindeng Gate, they wouldn't go to war with Xiancheng for his sake.

  "Think of another way, no matter what cost, he must be killed!"

  Zheng Yuan stared fixedly at the Demon-Suppressing Tower, a sinister and ruthless expression appearing on his face.

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